So full of unsaid things

Eyes closed on the A train
with a book of poems
by a friend’s husband on my lap,
thumb in place on page one.
I meditated on the first poem
Because there was so much more on the page than what was written.
I closed my eyes around subtext
and let my shoulders drop
absorbing all I felt
But did not know.


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